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THE HERALD
Serving
Maywood, Bellwood,
Forest Park, Hillside,
Westchester, Broadview,
Northlake, Berkeley
and Melrose Park
VOL. LIX, No. 51
THURSDAY, DECEMBER 23, 1943
PRICE 5 CENTS
Merry Christmas
Servicemen Home for Christmas
(See page 3)
Lt. Jim Ostler Tells of Raid Over Enemy
(See page 3)
Florists Get Xmas Orders From Overseas
(See page 3)
Free Show Held Friday for Kids
(See page 3)
Christmas. 1943 A,D
It's Christmas Eve—the night is dark; You search the sky; there is no spark Of fire celestial to mark
The coming of a King.
No Prince of Peace this cloudy night Will bring the birth of Love and Right; No beacon points with radiance bright, No Herald angels sing.
The shadows fall upon your heart; You turn away to play your part; But something causes you to start— A gleam of light, not far!
Here In your window—Star of Grace Projected over time and space, To point the hard way for the race—- A service star!
—DON MOORE

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THE HERALD
Serving
Maywood, Bellwood,
Forest Park, Hillside,
Westchester, Broadview,
Northlake, Berkeley
and Melrose Park
VOL. LIX, No. 51
THURSDAY, DECEMBER 23, 1943
PRICE 5 CENTS
Merry Christmas
Servicemen Home for Christmas
(See page 3)
Lt. Jim Ostler Tells of Raid Over Enemy
(See page 3)
Florists Get Xmas Orders From Overseas
(See page 3)
Free Show Held Friday for Kids
(See page 3)
Christmas. 1943 A,D
It's Christmas Eve—the night is dark; You search the sky; there is no spark Of fire celestial to mark
The coming of a King.
No Prince of Peace this cloudy night Will bring the birth of Love and Right; No beacon points with radiance bright, No Herald angels sing.
The shadows fall upon your heart; You turn away to play your part; But something causes you to start— A gleam of light, not far!
Here In your window—Star of Grace Projected over time and space, To point the hard way for the race—- A service star!
—DON MOORE